Recuperate (Explicit)

Recuperate (恢复) (Explicit) - Lud Foe

Written by：Willie James Akins Jr.

Gang

Ayy ayy

No hooks part two b**th you know I'm rockin' ni**a

Get your guns up get your funds up

You on that opp sh*t get mop stick b**th

Out west 290 sh*t ysn young street ni**a

Ayy gang

Ayy ayy

All my *s gangbang f**k the other side

Just bought a choppa now I'm fiendin' for a homicide

Flyest ni**a livin' I give b**ches butterflies

You a street ni**a boy your a** don't even come outside

Get my street sweepers coroners come and pick my trash up

Made it rain in the club hoes pickin' cash up

Big body rims rub ni**a this a fast truck

Brian urlacher b**th you know I got my sacks up

Four macs in this q7 this a mack truck

Big b**th do a split drop it bring it back up

When we doin' shows all the hoes they attack us

Yeah we ball but you fouled out you shouldn't have hacked up

Tote a strap ni**a so don't get clapped ni**a

I ain't got time to box with you I don't wanna scrap with you

You was sleepin' on me well you shouldn't have took a nap ni**a

I got you and I know you want your lick back ni**a

I'm from out west we don't go to kickbacks ni**a

My gun big but it don't got a kickback ni**a

I rock designer everything missmatched ni**a

She get lost with me I know you want your b**th back ni**a

I'm ballin' hard you can have her back I'm tossin' her

Randy mossin' her

Bussa nut on her and make her sister lick it off of her

I can't cuff that b**th no I'm not a police officer

Got a lot of haters but the glizzies keep them off of us

Gucci louis denim boy you still rockin' hollister

Hit the mall with my dawgs and we buy a lot of stuff

If my brother shoot ya I'ma shoot you it's a lot of us

Should've wore a vest 223 bullets chop you up

He say he gettin' money but the numbers never add up

If you say you real what the f**k you got to act for

You ain't down to kill what the f**k you got a strap for

You ain't chasin' mils what the f**k you serving packs for

I f**ked her and her friend made that b**th call for backup

You ain't heard about that last ni**a that got clapped up

Wanna end up like that last ni**a tryna act tough

Addin' money to my stash house and let it stack up

I'm ridin' with this baby choppa 'cause I'm ruthless

Rims blow your b**th a kiss you squarer than a deep dish

Get 'em straight up out that water yeah like a sea fish

Hit your block then we double back that's a remix

I spray the k then I get ghost like I'm casper

*s broke but I ain't what I need a cast for

Don't be stupid boy you know what we get on your a** for

No face no case what you think I got my mask for

I heard *s on that hate sh*t

These *s broke gotta face it

I roll me up a swisher and I face it

My rims big made my car look like a spaceship

I just bought another draco with that k clip

I aim it at your nose give your a** a face lift

If you ain't talkin' money I don't want your conversation

I just wanna f**k you b**th I don't want your relations

Stick to that g code you don't know your combination

Them choppa bullets stoppin' your blood from circulatin'

The feds tryin' stoppin' my trap from percolatin'

But meanwhile I'm out of town recuperatin'